nothing quite like it for grinding your drivetrain to paste, your brake pads to mush and putting a massive smile on your face.
The rides you most remember are the ones with incidents: funny falls that don’t hurt, being wet and cold and still happy, seeing the non bikers faces as you ride by, caked in crap but still smiling. And finally getting home, washing the bike off (and each other with the jet wash!) then getting in a nice hot shower and finally warm, dry, with tea and cake…. mmmmm
We’ve not stopped riding, neither have our guests, it’s ace.
p.s. summer is round the corner - so we’ll be complaining of dust in our eyes and getting silly suntan lines soon!